Wild Bill Balding
Wild Bill Balding Poems
Good Dog, Bad Dog
Why is it when I'm doing what dogs do,
what dogs are designed to do,
then I'm a Bad Dog?
Why is it when I'm not doing what dogs do,
denying my very canininity,
then I'm a Good Dog?
Sniffing strangers' arses; humping Auntie's leg;
pissing to say 'I woz 'ere' - that's what we were made for!
Sitting still and silent, make no noise or smell,
wearing dainty waistcoats - just an evil joke!
Good dog, bad dog - why can't we decide,
join your debate on the meaning of 'good'?
We dogs can emote and intuit, be logical and positive! ...
After all these years
will I recognise you now?
You burst through the crowd,
this stranger, my flesh and blood,
more beautiful than ever -
and once more walk right past me.